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50 cent back on that gangsta shit
On my way ot to flip them bricks
In that big body benz you know its oh 6
Got your bitch on my dick i stack them chips
And a flash as a fuck my jewels so sick
From a block away you can see them kid
Dont front mothafucka you know my style
I dont go nowhere without my 40 cal
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I put the g in g-unit baby i got game
Head to go good to go and i dont know your name
Is it the wheels on the hot car meals on the shock bar
Or you just wanna quickie with a rap star
Ladies tell the truth you know im cute
But what really turns you on is the rims on my coupe
Before you jump in my whip and you get dropped off
You goin to the telly and you gettin popped off
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My ways be spinnin i charm the amazing way
You know them black and them white and the asian women
Lets cut the small talk you know why i brought you
I can't stand when a dime act anti-social
Gucci, lip gloss, louis baton, and the boots from batego vanetto cost a arm
Yayos a don my car european
You got mirrors in your pants cause i can see me in um
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Listen i piss out cris inhale haze
Im a get married and get laid all day
Tattoos and piercings and rings in your tongue
Shorty things like that will make my black ass cum
I need groupie love the coupe on dubs
Im in this club with a tre pound star
Dont blame it on david im all iced out
Cause 50 got me rich so the bar all priced out
Writer(s): Marvin Bernard, Curtis James Jackson, R. Michael Harper